C,L,M
Cheeky Little Mouse.
Squeak, squeak says little mouse,
as he pokes his head through the hole.
Squeak, squeak says little mouse,
there's porridge in that bowl. I'm feeling rather hungry
and thirsty I need a drink.
Then after I've had my fill I'll wash my paws in the kitchen sink.
I can hear some-one coming, it could be that big fat cat.
I'd better hurry out of here, oops! There he is sitting on the mat.
Wiping his whiskers this way and then wiping them like that.
He's a lazy good for nothing that big fat lazy cat.
How-ever I think I'll scurry back through my secret hole.
I can always come back later to the porridge in the bowl.
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